<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918</id><updated>2012-01-14T15:12:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audacity of Hope</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>274</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-1940449342537095729</id><published>2011-08-01T11:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T11:57:56.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A father, who knew he was dying of cancer, wouldn't leave in peace if he is not fully convinced his children, age 5 and 1 will grow up right. He wrote this to them: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be courteous, be punctual, always say please and thank you, and be sure to hold your knife and fork properly. Others take their cue on how to treat you from your manners.&lt;br /&gt;Be kind, considerate and compassionate when others are in trouble, even if you have problems of your own. Others will admire your selflessness and will help you in due course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show moral courage. Do what is right, even if that makes you unpopular. I always thought it important to be able to look at myself in the shaving mirror every morning and not feel guilt or remorse. I depart this world with a pretty clear conscience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show humility. Stand your ground but pause to reflect on what the other side are saying, and back off when you know you are wrong. Never worry about losing face. That only happens when you are pig-headed. &lt;br /&gt;Learn from your mistakes. You will make plenty so use them as a learning tool. If you keep making the same mistake or run into a problem, you’re doing something wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid disparaging someone to a third party; it is only you who will look bad. If you have a problem with someone, tell them face to face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold fire! If someone crosses you, don’t react immediately. Once you say something it can never be taken back, and most people deserve a second chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun. If this involves taking risks, so be it. If you get caught, hold your hands up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give to charity and help those who are less fortunate than yourselves: it’s easy and so rewarding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always look on the upside! The glass is half full, never half empty. Every adversity has a silver lining if you seek it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it your instinct always to say ‘yes’. Look for reasons to do something, not reasons to say no. Your friends will cherish you for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be canny: you will get more of what you want if you can give someone more of what they desire. Compromise can be king. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always accept a party invitation. You may not want to go, but they want you there. Show them courtesy and respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever let a friend down. I would bury bodies for my friends, if they asked me to . . . which is why I have chosen them carefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always tip for good service. It shows respect. But never reward poor service. Poor service is insulting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always treat those you meet as your social equal, whether they are above or below your station in life. For those above you, show due deference, but don’t be a sycophant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always respect age, as age equals wisdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be prepared to put the interests of your sibling first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be proud of who you are and where you come from, but open your mind to other cultures and languages. When you begin to travel (as I hope you will), you’ll learn that your place in the world is both vital and insignificant. Don’t get too big for your breeches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ambitious, but not nakedly so. Be prepared to back your assertions with craftsmanship and hard work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live every day to its full: do something that makes you smile or laugh, and avoid procrastination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give of your best at school. Some teachers forget that pupils need incentives. So if your teacher doesn’t give you one, devise your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always pay the most you can afford. Never skimp on hotels, clothing, shoes, make-up or jewellery. But always look for a deal. You get what you pay for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up! My two little soldiers have no dad, but you are brave, big-hearted, fit and strong. You are also loved by an immensely kind and supportive team of family and friends. You make your own good fortune, my children, so battle on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never feel sorry for yourself, or at least don’t do it for long. Crying doesn’t make things better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look after your body and it will look after you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a language, or at least try. Never engage a person abroad in conversation without first greeting them in their own language; by all means ask if they speak English! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, cherish your mother, and take very good care of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both with all my heart. &lt;br /&gt;Daddy x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1940449342537095729?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1940449342537095729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1940449342537095729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1940449342537095729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1940449342537095729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2011/08/father-who-knew-he-was-dying-of-cancer.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-2993745904264117627</id><published>2011-06-02T02:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T03:08:50.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The ironies of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered if your life is a joke?&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I do think that life loves playing jokes on me.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because I am now a easier target since I have become this 'davin' that is no longer known for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing evil and nothing too good.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ordinary people are easy targets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learnt throughout my life; 'Treat people how you wanna be treated back'.&lt;br /&gt;I find this statement very overrated at times. &lt;br /&gt;I will spend a lot of time thinking how to behave well towards others.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I have done beyond my part as a son, brother, friend, boyfriend and etc to everyone around me.&lt;br /&gt;I have never done anything against my conscience or even let anyone down.&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have done a lot for the people around me, I feel obligated to do so because everyone around me are just simple thinking people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never felt appreciated for the things I have done.&lt;br /&gt;I used to give my best in everything I do for everyone, now I feel just doing what is right or a little beyond it is more than suffice. What's the point? NO POINT at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing is that I have never, ever ask for anyone around me for anything. Anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;I never demanded anyone to show me appreciation, nothing at all in reciprocate to what I have done. &lt;br /&gt;But why is everyone letting me down?&lt;br /&gt;When I have never done anything to let them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not over sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Its you guys who do not even spare a thought for me.&lt;br /&gt;Being a little selfish and self centered is ok.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that there are not many are like me who put others before myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why treat me like this?&lt;br /&gt;To punish me for my past? &lt;br /&gt;Because the past 'davin' broke your heart in every way and let you down umpteen times? &lt;br /&gt;This is the only reason I can think of to comfort myself, because that shouldn't be anymore reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;But ain't it enough?&lt;br /&gt;The current 'davin' have took so so so much effort and pain to be what he is today, he has undergo so much of punishments from others and from life itself.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone just remembers him for his past, but he was so young at that time.&lt;br /&gt;Why not give him the treatment he deserves for the things he have done in recent years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;It ain't gonna happen, not everyone bothers or see the need to change.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I will not reach to a point where I just stop and give up doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It ain't easy, to be me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-2993745904264117627?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/2993745904264117627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=2993745904264117627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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illuminates my soul.&lt;br /&gt;It all felt like a dream &lt;br /&gt;And I have dreamed of this a thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;Like in my dreams, I couldn't love you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;and when romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I promise that you would still have my heart &lt;br /&gt;until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You're all i need, my love, my Valentine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8586169820737188121?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8586169820737188121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8586169820737188121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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work/school/etc. &lt;br /&gt;wth?! there are many ppl who have to do house hold chores when they get home or have to look after a sick one. &lt;br /&gt;what attention seeking ppl these ppl are. &lt;br /&gt;disgusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6126128112056223479?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6126128112056223479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6126128112056223479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6126128112056223479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6126128112056223479'/><link rel='alternate' 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hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-7085525834453818442</id><published>2010-10-20T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:04:06.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20102010 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this date definitely beats 101010 for me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-7085525834453818442?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/7085525834453818442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>The person that can hurt u most&lt;br /&gt;is the person you love most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you love the person&lt;br /&gt;the more you can be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is kind during good times&lt;br /&gt;love is exceptionally unforgiving during the bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-5954004548785866188?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/5954004548785866188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=5954004548785866188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5954004548785866188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5954004548785866188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2010/10/person-that-can-hurt-u-most-is-person.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-6944941518084276690</id><published>2010-10-02T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T01:17:19.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look at me&lt;br /&gt;You may think you see&lt;br /&gt;Who I really am&lt;br /&gt;But you’ll never know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, is as if I play a part&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;If I wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;I can fool the world&lt;br /&gt;But I can not fool myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why must we all conceal&lt;br /&gt;What we think&lt;br /&gt;How we feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Must there always be a secret&lt;br /&gt;I’m forced to hide? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6944941518084276690?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6944941518084276690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6944941518084276690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6944941518084276690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6944941518084276690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2010/10/look-at-me-you-may-think-you-see-who-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-6704121342298861294</id><published>2010-08-21T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T01:18:48.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 100th my love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubt thou that the stars are fire;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubt thou that the sun doth move;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doubt truth to be a liar;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But never doubt that I Love You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6704121342298861294?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6704121342298861294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6704121342298861294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6704121342298861294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6704121342298861294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-100th-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-3935827773971162309</id><published>2010-08-17T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:18:49.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Conditions change and we mutate, this is the world we live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-3935827773971162309?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/3935827773971162309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=3935827773971162309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3935827773971162309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3935827773971162309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2010/08/conditions-change-and-we-mutate-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-948169705579191347</id><published>2010-08-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:24:09.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous; love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense, and is not resentful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love take no pleasure in other people’s sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;1 Corinthians 13, 4-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-948169705579191347?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/948169705579191347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=948169705579191347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/948169705579191347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Whenever i feel like giving up or procrastinating in studying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I just remind myself that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;mummy worked till her hands became so so rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;and how fatigue she looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-15198482809676043?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-3325926524766894879</id><published>2010-08-01T14:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T14:20:13.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Great guys can be found at every corner of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Too bad the earth is round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-3325926524766894879?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/3325926524766894879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=3325926524766894879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-753007393772150585?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/753007393772150585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=753007393772150585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/753007393772150585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/753007393772150585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-need-to-buy-so-many-things-what-can.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth 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type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;If my life is transient like a flower&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in full bloom by your side&lt;br /&gt;And after watching your smile&lt;br /&gt;I'll fall alone, quietly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8257460087794929911?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8257460087794929911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8257460087794929911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8257460087794929911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8257460087794929911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-my-life-is-transient-like-flower-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-107588516033042888</id><published>2010-07-21T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T00:01:57.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy 8years 3months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-107588516033042888?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8136547227221316689</id><published>2010-07-19T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:53:36.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The excruciating part of being apart from you. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8136547227221316689?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8136547227221316689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8136547227221316689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8136547227221316689'/><link 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-3034188039834121240</id><published>2010-06-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:02:21.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's tiring to work and then study at night.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's even more tiring when you have work, gym/run/swim then study at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-3034188039834121240?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/3034188039834121240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=3034188039834121240' 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font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INVICTUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Out of the night that covers me,&lt;br /&gt;Black as the pit from pole to pole,&lt;br /&gt;I thank whatever gods may be&lt;br /&gt;For my unconquerable soul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the fell clutch of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;I have not winced nor cried aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Under the bludgeonings of chance&lt;br /&gt;My head is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beyond this place of wrath and tears&lt;br /&gt;Looms but the Horror of the shade,&lt;br /&gt;And yet the menace of the years&lt;br /&gt;Finds and shall find me unafraid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It matters not how strait the gate,&lt;br /&gt;How charged with punishments the scroll,&lt;br /&gt;I am the master of my fate:&lt;br /&gt;I am the captain of my soul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-7809825392530289984?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/7809825392530289984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its damn freaking hard to lose weight,&lt;div&gt;I regretted feasting the whole of 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 months into 2010, I have been watching every thing i eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my metabolism suck, it takes super long to shed off the body fats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;F!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1486080382471697561?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1486080382471697561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1486080382471697561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of succeeding in life is quite distinctive)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those who laughed at me today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will be magnanimous and forgive them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my confidences and self-beliefs are coming back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-5559322252893666738?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/5559322252893666738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=5559322252893666738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5559322252893666738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/S9sS7kNAgtI/AAAAAAAAADc/Nqpf51v-c6g/s320/anni.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465983387284046546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrated our 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year together, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess who made that? *grins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing how time flies and we are loving each other more each day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The formula?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Always planning for something new to do, never allow the relationship to be stagnant for too long."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-4654669411926883463?l=-davin.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/S9sS7kNAgtI/AAAAAAAAADc/Nqpf51v-c6g/s72-c/anni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-2750923312631464663</id><published>2010-04-28T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:16:02.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/S9cNr9son7I/AAAAAAAAADU/T9YCPCrSiV0/s1600/z159756290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/S9cNr9son7I/AAAAAAAAADU/T9YCPCrSiV0/s320/z159756290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464851721784696754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life is like a box of chocolate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you don't know what you will be getting next,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;every once in awhile you'll come across a nut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-2750923312631464663?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/2750923312631464663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=2750923312631464663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2750923312631464663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2750923312631464663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-like-box-of-chocolate-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/S9cNr9son7I/AAAAAAAAADU/T9YCPCrSiV0/s72-c/z159756290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-5100969488369088836</id><published>2010-03-04T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T00:02:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to continue blogging, when I'm free as i always have a "fan" waiting patiently for a post on this blog. =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we spent such a great time together, I believe our relationship has taken to another level. For the past 2+months, my mind has been constantly engulfed in problems, mind bursting problems indeed that has caused my mood to swing instantly. I finally cleared my head, and all i want now is (continue tmr).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-5100969488369088836?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/5100969488369088836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=5100969488369088836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5100969488369088836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5100969488369088836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-decided-to-continue-as-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-9002425230780441500</id><published>2009-09-27T03:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:41:49.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/09/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took half day leave and met baby at amk hub to buy goceries to cook my birthday meal. We wanted to cook steak, but realised that, it was not that easy after all, so we opted for simple dishes like; Sausages, Calamari, fish fingers, soup and scramble eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn and Ms. G decided to join us for lunch. IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY AND I COOKED!! THEY SHOULD BE THE ONES COOKING!! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, Davin is a nice guy. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bought a mango cake and sang the sweetest "happy birthday" for me.. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5r6pz4yYI/AAAAAAAAADE/p7_ItryLueY/s1600-h/090923_234819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385860859781761410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5r6pz4yYI/AAAAAAAAADE/p7_ItryLueY/s320/090923_234819.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kiss was sweeter than the mango cake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5rFw6DteI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2RYD5RP1448/s1600-h/090923_154816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385859951153624546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5rFw6DteI/AAAAAAAAAC8/2RYD5RP1448/s320/090923_154816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5qHzt1kjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RgTlntwmF3c/s1600-h/090923_134629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385858886755783218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5qHzt1kjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RgTlntwmF3c/s320/090923_134629.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the super market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-9002425230780441500?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/9002425230780441500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=9002425230780441500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/9002425230780441500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/9002425230780441500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-230909-i-took-half-day-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5r6pz4yYI/AAAAAAAAADE/p7_ItryLueY/s72-c/090923_234819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8365372154426441207</id><published>2009-09-20T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T03:45:23.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5u-_0KSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/FY48wB-Ca74/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385864232942848210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5u-_0KSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/FY48wB-Ca74/s320/DSC00865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;My suprise birthday celebration&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/09/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was "supposed to attend baby's friend's birthday" at Serangoon Gardens. I was half thinking, which friend exactly is it and what should i do at the party, the other half was; is it a suprise party?&lt;br /&gt;I met baby at the 7-11 near by, she wanted to buy some sweets, thereafter we proceed up the stairs of Liquid Kitchen, and to the private room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opened the door, it was dark and everyone inside shouted SUPRISE!! but i could not see much because she was standing in front of me, i was like what is going on?&lt;br /&gt;When i saw the first person (Kendrick), i could not recognise him because he is now botak, so i was still like huh? what is going on, until i started seeing many familar faces then i realised what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby put in tons of effort in planning this celebration for me, laising with everyone. I was so touched and happy to see all my buddies there, from Andy to Sophia and Jen Sen to Poh yee. It was also like a reunion with all my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY, I THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME AND I  DEEPLY APPRECIATE IT!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5nnf1Jd4I/AAAAAAAAACk/Cktk607c0hA/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385856132638668674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5nnf1Jd4I/AAAAAAAAACk/Cktk607c0hA/s320/DSC00858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sec School buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5m6DitNoI/AAAAAAAAACc/5V-_bduP1iM/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385855351951013506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5m6DitNoI/AAAAAAAAACc/5V-_bduP1iM/s320/DSC00857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poly Buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5lodKn9TI/AAAAAAAAACU/MjLaZX8pLB4/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8365372154426441207?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8365372154426441207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8365372154426441207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8365372154426441207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8365372154426441207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-suprise-birthday-celebration-190909.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/Sr5u-_0KSNI/AAAAAAAAADM/FY48wB-Ca74/s72-c/DSC00865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-1515584321629529613</id><published>2009-05-30T05:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T05:54:46.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyone know where davin went?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1515584321629529613?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1515584321629529613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1515584321629529613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1515584321629529613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1515584321629529613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2009/05/anyone-know-where-davin-went.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-5166937965781578790</id><published>2009-02-18T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:59:42.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is the best reason to turn 21?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You're finally 21 and u are going to host one of the biggest party of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You finally get to watch RA rated movies at cinemas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) You can freely enter a sex shop without worrying they'll kick u out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) For ladies, u can enter clubs that have a age restriction of 21 for females&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) For males, u can have your own credit card to purchase porn videos online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You can finally get your GST package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My option is defintely 6.. It's like getting back some money when you purchase your next few products.. Restaurants and cafes should introduce SERVICE charges package.. Why make us pay more when your service suck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-5166937965781578790?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/5166937965781578790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=5166937965781578790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5166937965781578790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5166937965781578790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-is-best-reason-to-turn-21-1-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth 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favourite drinks&lt;br /&gt;lovely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1714527125963291708?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1714527125963291708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1714527125963291708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1714527125963291708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1714527125963291708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2009/01/ushering-new-year-with-lots-of-food-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-4274883339156522855</id><published>2008-12-28T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T10:55:00.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/SVaCjv2fnEI/AAAAAAAAABM/1QcdKMLQHbw/s1600-h/xmas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284554763417918530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/SVaCjv2fnEI/AAAAAAAAABM/1QcdKMLQHbw/s320/xmas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/SVaCdUtnp3I/AAAAAAAAABE/VI2TeYZbyD4/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284554653053724530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/SVaCdUtnp3I/AAAAAAAAABE/VI2TeYZbyD4/s320/xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We called it Quishmaz celebrations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some members were missing from the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's up in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYE party&lt;br /&gt;3 days of Baby's birthday party&lt;br /&gt;POP parade&lt;br /&gt;CNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-4274883339156522855?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/4274883339156522855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=4274883339156522855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-7539736378010168846</id><published>2008-12-28T03:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T03:28:50.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cob webs are growing every where in this blog,&lt;br /&gt;christmas has just passed&lt;br /&gt;the xmas tree is still there&lt;br /&gt;no snow nor winter&lt;br /&gt;not much of christmas spirite this year&lt;br /&gt;recession? ns? fatigue? lazyness?&lt;br /&gt;nah, it's just ns making you old and boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does my first entry in months sound so emo?&lt;br /&gt;i'm just freaking tired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the police trainee attempted a route march on his own and realise that he should leave route march to the green boys with fugly new pixel uniform.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-7687414696660353864</id><published>2008-09-15T04:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:46:40.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from China&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-7687414696660353864?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/7687414696660353864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=7687414696660353864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7687414696660353864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7687414696660353864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-from-china.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-1348807228455231668</id><published>2008-08-05T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:01:10.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;reachingthepointoffallingapart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1348807228455231668?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1348807228455231668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1348807228455231668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1348807228455231668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1348807228455231668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/08/reaching-point-of-falling-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-5515750005155857053</id><published>2008-08-01T00:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:46:10.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Love = Fate + Destiny + Companionship + Sex&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In Statistics we always talk about percentage.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So at what weightage is each of these factors..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love (100%) = Fate (10%) + Destiny (10%) + Companionship (30%) + Sex (50%)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;True?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nah. It's about trust and a lot of ingredients.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-5515750005155857053?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/5515750005155857053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=5515750005155857053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5515750005155857053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5515750005155857053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-fate-destiny-companionship-sex-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-3523504175064883269</id><published>2008-07-17T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T15:30:17.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day where the comfortable lifestyle banishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-car going to be sold, maid going to be send back, no more exp food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-3523504175064883269?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-1086592914346664736</id><published>2008-07-10T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:40:38.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Q: " Do you know that 70% of your blood is made up of liquid from the water u drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: " Nope, mine has Martell, Otard, Macalren, Hoe Garrden, Tiger, Carlsberg, Heineken, all the different drinks from clubs and a lot of Red Wine which is still running in my blood."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1086592914346664736?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1086592914346664736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Items to purchase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Samsung Omnia&lt;br /&gt;-I Pod Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th april to 16th june;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bank statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deposit: $400 withdrawal: &lt;strong&gt;$3200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i told myself: " damn it, i needa stop spending!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th june to 29th june;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deposit: $0 withdrawal: &lt;strong&gt;$650&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only bought a polo tee during the month long GSS (Great Singapore Sales)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wtf?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8399312388092817316?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-6859427672894407546</id><published>2008-06-18T04:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T04:14:55.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Behind every successful man, there's a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind every not successful man, there's also a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's your choice which woman you want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6859427672894407546?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6859427672894407546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6859427672894407546' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6859427672894407546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6859427672894407546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/06/behind-every-successful-man-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8454599368922616551</id><published>2008-05-30T20:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:34:21.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;trust is neither built overnight&lt;br /&gt;nor over a few weeks&lt;br /&gt;nor over a few months&lt;br /&gt;nor over a few years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter if you did or did not break any trust&lt;br /&gt;you do not judge how much trust you have created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it is built throughout a life time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8454599368922616551?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8454599368922616551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8454599368922616551' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8454599368922616551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8454599368922616551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/05/trust-is-neither-built-overnight-non.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-9220837468991799468</id><published>2008-05-20T04:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T04:04:47.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mother's Day letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, who is known as a figure of gentleness, kindness and generousness, never randomly vent her anger on anyone. She was born in the Sim family back in 23/06/1959. The 3rd sister in the family but was the 4th child, as she had an elder brother. Born in a generation where “kampongs” used to be the common people’s dwell. Like many of the people of her age, they would tell you how tough life was back then. She only managed to complete secondary 4 and had to work so that her younger siblings could have a chance to further their studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy have always been a family woman, she would do her best and put in her utmost effort in them. Even it meant that she will have lesser sleep, have to sacrifice her time and money and shed blood and tears. She does it all in silence, without any complains and never expect anything in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would always demand to pay whenever we have dinner with my relatives, even though they earn much more than she do. It’s not meant to be a show off or rich wannabe, it is just her responsibility to continue to look after them in all form of ways she could think of. She never once shrieks her responsibility and always abides by it with her heart and soul. She is fully committed to what she is doing and has been doing throughout her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum agreed and accepted dad’s proposal of marriage. It may be one of her deepest regrets of her life. Dad never brought much joy and good life to Mum. Mum has to start the hawker business together with dad. Being a hawker is no easy life and not really a woman’s desire occupation. She worked hard all her life, bearing her 2 kids in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad just cooks the chicken and the rice, shortly after that he will leave to the market and never really return back to help Mum. Mum will only be with her sole helper during the rush hour of lunch. Can you imagine 2 women working there, and other stalls have 4 workers each. Mum have to stand the whole day, they set off for work from 6.20am and will only return at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though her job was wearing her out day by day, and she suffered from leg muscular pain. She perseveres on each day as she has not much other choice but to do so. If she does not work hard while my dad is always drinking and doing some f-up stuff, we will be still living in poverty right now. Mummy is a woman who works so hard all her life and does not have much happiness in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her job scope is really dreadful for me to say out, it hurts me terribly. She has to stand the whole day to chop chicken. Chopping chicken is no small deal, even a guy my size will feel muscular fore arm pain when I do it for just a few round. But mummy is obligated to do it for the whole day, chopping and standing the whole day is really very tiring. She often comes back with pain all over her but she does not complain much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends who know of my family problems respect my Mum and thinks that she is a wonder woman. She has so many problems and the biggest will be our family problem. She always keeps the problems to herself and rarely airs them out. After so many years of facing such problems, she finds no good reasons to talk them out any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is a season drinker and smoker; he drinks at least 10 cans a day and smokes 2 packs a day. Even after many years of persuading dad to stop, and after many empty promises made to us, he still carry out his bad habits lavishly. He had gotten many problems after drinking excessive and in a state of getting boozed up. These are the reasons that cause many of the problems in my family; they will be useful to help you understand the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a tiring day at work, all that mum wishes for when she comes back are warm food and to relax her wore out muscles. What she will do is sit there and eats her dinner quietly, occasionally talking to whoever is eating too. But when dad returns home gorgy and drunk, he will always pick a fight, an easy quarrel with mum. He will start by shouting at her for no apparent reasons and then when she raises her voice after tolerating for a period of time. He will start his verbal abuse on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has never done anything to let our family or me down. The only time when I was glooming mad with her was when I can see she is bias towards Glenn and would blame me for our wrong doings. There was an instance when I shouted at her about it and the repercussion was indeed much undesired. She reprimanded me, punch me in my arm and I had no pocket money for a week. We did not spoke for a week till I apologised to her and helped her carry her bag when I met her at the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and us know of dad’s darkest secret that he “made” it known to us, or there were many ways we found out about it. We abhor what he does outside the family and at times to our family too. Mum will blatantly say them out when she is exasperated, but the problem will worsen. Dad being himself will reverse the cycle and make Mum look like she is in the wrong. When things get really heated up, physical contacts do occur at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Mum suffered so much, both at work and even at home. She never gave up a single time. She had wanted to attempted suicide in the past but was stopped by my maid or Glenn. They told her that it was not worth it all, for dad is not worth it all. With muscular pains and aches constantly occurring, what she can do is thinking of her two beloved sons when the pain is intensifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum has no other choice but to give in during arguments with dad, no one else knows how to cook the chicken and without them they will be no business. And they have received a last warning for the stall to be confiscated. Dad is in the wrong lime light again. He will find problems with almost everyone in the canteen. The ironies are that dad is the most hated in the canteen while Mum is the most well liked one. Dad can always be an embarrassment in front of friends and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’ve told Mum that how much I wish I have gotten my degree. Then she would not have to work any more and it will be Glenn and my turn to look after her. This problem has been drowning in my mind for a period of time, university fees are expensive and I was afraid Mum could not carry that burden. If a company offers me a bond to study and in return I’m contracted with them for a period of time, I would not mind as I really don’t want to see Mum carry on working so hard each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without Mum, I will not have such good food, good life and everything else good. Yes, I must also admit that dad played a vital role too. But, he is the one that is using up the family reserve for ridiculous and atrocious habits and actions that he had cultivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I had not said “I Love You” to mummy all these years, but from the bottom of my heart, I really do mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother’s Day, Mummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-9220837468991799468?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/9220837468991799468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=9220837468991799468' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/9220837468991799468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1365303512236888589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1365303512236888589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1365303512236888589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1365303512236888589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-traffic-fines-in-4-days-well-done.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-9200554701698645904</id><published>2008-05-07T05:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T05:07:25.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P plate down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-Declared safe driver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zero points deducted&lt;br /&gt;zero fines&lt;br /&gt;zero warning&lt;br /&gt;zero accidents&lt;br /&gt;zero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;injuries&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;zero unhappy passenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-9200554701698645904?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/9200554701698645904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=9200554701698645904' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/9200554701698645904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/9200554701698645904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/05/p-plate-down-self-declared-safe-driver.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-1506475440252755337</id><published>2008-05-03T00:40:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T00:53:01.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you reap what you sow&lt;br /&gt;rotten seeds from the past sometimes still grow&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to pay extra attention and double your effort for this crop to grow&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes even putting in extra effort is still useless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;itriedreallyhardbutnthidoisgoodenoughtellmewhatintheworldmustidobeforeitisenough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1506475440252755337?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-3406798414015478661</id><published>2008-04-28T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:02:55.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is going to the bed early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is going to sleep early&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-3406798414015478661?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/3406798414015478661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=3406798414015478661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3406798414015478661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3406798414015478661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is-going-to-bed-early-marriage-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-6966475857144991839</id><published>2008-04-22T03:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T03:26:39.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/SAzpOsd-SJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WC1rzk3Ukoc/s1600-h/IMG_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191780909115656338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/SAzpOsd-SJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WC1rzk3Ukoc/s320/IMG_0387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ain't this pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click on the pic to view&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6966475857144991839?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6966475857144991839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6966475857144991839' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6966475857144991839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6966475857144991839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/aint-this-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/SAzpOsd-SJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WC1rzk3Ukoc/s72-c/IMG_0387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-1870115217211713215</id><published>2008-04-16T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T03:41:26.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Davin is off to Thailand, the land of the thousand smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on 21st April for an impt date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1870115217211713215?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1870115217211713215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1870115217211713215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1870115217211713215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1870115217211713215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/davin-is-off-to-thailand-land-of.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-3991980073214111893</id><published>2008-04-15T04:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T04:43:58.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A post to think about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- Measurement of love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one says that he/she have done enough for a r/s or even during courtship.&lt;br /&gt;How much is considered enough?&lt;br /&gt;There isn't a measuring stick to gauge or assess what is enough.&lt;br /&gt;If one party put in more effort, does that make him/her the nice one?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes doing enough or one putting in more effort, does not really matter.&lt;br /&gt;It is about you loving her,&lt;br /&gt;and only wanting her to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2- The obnoxious rich&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do u get disgusted by the sight of the wealthy when they are so so so stingy and calculative?&lt;br /&gt;You may argue and say,&lt;br /&gt;1) That's how they became rich&lt;br /&gt;2) It's money, every cents count&lt;br /&gt;3) Being frugal and thrifty is good&lt;br /&gt;4) Etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;1) Ain't the rich suppose to spend and help this economic get better?&lt;br /&gt;2) Can you bring your wealth to your tomb? (Technically yes, you can but you cant spend it)&lt;br /&gt;3) Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; u help chip in more when the people around you are trying to put food on the table&lt;br /&gt;4) I can go on till the cows come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The richer you are and the more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stinginess u show&lt;/span&gt;, the more disgusting it gets&lt;br /&gt;And yes, don't worry about what people will gossip behind your back, it never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-3991980073214111893?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/3991980073214111893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=3991980073214111893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3991980073214111893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3991980073214111893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/post-to-think-about-1-measurement-of.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-801734052794933693</id><published>2008-04-12T03:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T03:20:03.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, regarding my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;it was a joke people!&lt;br /&gt;think of me saying it in a joking tone&lt;br /&gt;cmon&lt;br /&gt;davin's not anti marriage..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove all critics wrong,&lt;br /&gt;this comment may be good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"life is about love and commitments you make so screw anyone who thinks that's a cliché."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Joel Schumacher" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joel_Schumacher"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-801734052794933693?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/801734052794933693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=801734052794933693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/801734052794933693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/801734052794933693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-regarding-my-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-67163828054800074</id><published>2008-04-11T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:13:40.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love, is cuddling on the sofa&lt;br /&gt;Marriage, is one sleeping on the sofa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-67163828054800074?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/67163828054800074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=67163828054800074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/67163828054800074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/67163828054800074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-is-cuddling-on-sofa-marriage-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-66204434451157722</id><published>2008-04-10T05:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T05:52:21.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stranger: Does your parents fight often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: But why? Every couples fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl: Why would they fight if they really love each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Taken aback by the answer and remain flabbergasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't couples,&lt;br /&gt;married or dating,&lt;br /&gt;supposed to continuously find new ways to improve their r/s&lt;br /&gt;instead of fighting (Argument, quarrel or literally fight)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should or would,&lt;br /&gt;couples fight at all,&lt;br /&gt;when they love each other?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't the power of love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stronger than any financial, in-laws, disagreements, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;non-acceptance problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;If it is not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;what exactly is the power of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-66204434451157722?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/66204434451157722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=66204434451157722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/66204434451157722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/66204434451157722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/stranger-does-your-parents-fight-often.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-2711375211110123495</id><published>2008-04-08T05:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T05:29:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/R_pwVUjN1zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qh_cZzGO-tc/s1600-h/defmaybfeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186581432466528050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/R_pwVUjN1zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qh_cZzGO-tc/s320/defmaybfeat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As the title of the show may suggest&lt;br /&gt;It is a DEFINITELY must watch show&lt;br /&gt;A MAYBE only if you do not believe in fate or reconciliation&lt;br /&gt;or you are just not a big fan of love movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!! that coming from Davin.. (DUH...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show made me wanna have a daughter even more&lt;br /&gt;She is what you are,&lt;br /&gt;your features,&lt;br /&gt;your blood and DNA.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will always love you&lt;br /&gt;never separate from you,&lt;br /&gt;because she would never "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;divorce"&lt;/span&gt; you.&lt;br /&gt;And of course,&lt;br /&gt;i want a brainy daughter,&lt;br /&gt;to have smart talks with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-2711375211110123495?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/2711375211110123495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=2711375211110123495' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-6900805691346214558</id><published>2008-04-06T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T04:20:53.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GO SLOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when you are driving and feeling sad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sian&lt;/span&gt;, angry, bored or even when your happy&lt;br /&gt;Go Slow&lt;br /&gt;i tried it for the first time tonight,&lt;br /&gt;the slowest ride home i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benefits&lt;br /&gt;1) It is alway safe to keep within the speed limit&lt;br /&gt;2) lower your chance of getting into trouble with the law&lt;br /&gt;3) Eco Friendly, you let off lesser carbon monoxide because you burn lesser fuel&lt;br /&gt;4) You get to see the surrounding better, probably spotting a nice tree on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: If you feel worst after going slow, turn off the sad love songs you are playing, if that do not work, do not blame davin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6900805691346214558?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6900805691346214558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6900805691346214558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6900805691346214558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6900805691346214558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/go-slow-next-time-when-you-are-driving.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-2277814033199089375</id><published>2008-04-06T03:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T03:40:21.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Direct from the drama series&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine you sent a friend back&lt;br /&gt;walked her to the lift&lt;br /&gt;and realise that both lifts are OOR (Out Of Order).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you accompany her to walk all the way up&lt;br /&gt;and when you walked down alone,&lt;br /&gt;you thought to yourself&lt;br /&gt;"what if the lifts were working now, cannot be so unlucky right?"&lt;br /&gt;you have a laugh and made your way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy oh boy&lt;br /&gt;when you reached the ground level&lt;br /&gt;the lifts were really functioning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-2277814033199089375?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/2277814033199089375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=2277814033199089375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2277814033199089375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2277814033199089375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/direct-from-drama-series-just-imagine.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-7906611564794064111</id><published>2008-04-02T05:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T05:10:13.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Toothache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For there was never yet philosopher&lt;br /&gt;That could endure the toothache patiently,&lt;br /&gt;However they have writ the style of gods&lt;br /&gt;And made a pish at chance and sufferance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poem written when one had tooth ache&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-7906611564794064111?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/7906611564794064111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=7906611564794064111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7906611564794064111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7906611564794064111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/04/toothache-for-there-was-never-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-7274596331690543634</id><published>2008-03-31T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:37:15.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally regretted what i did last night&lt;br /&gt;putting another life at risk&lt;br /&gt;probably the most stupid thing i done in years&lt;br /&gt;`beaten 5 red light and .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u were kind enough to attempt to forgive me&lt;br /&gt;u made it sound nicer and said that&lt;br /&gt;u would forgive me when i decide to forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;`thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how and when&lt;br /&gt;to forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;`shakes head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;i really am&lt;br /&gt;i will never do it again&lt;br /&gt;`time to wake up davin *slapping myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-7274596331690543634?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/7274596331690543634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=7274596331690543634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7274596331690543634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7274596331690543634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-totally-regretted-what-i-did-last.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8415454418099659741</id><published>2008-03-24T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T04:43:05.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; another super super super busy week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; spent like $500 in a week w/o any allowances..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last Sat: SICK SICK SICK.. Glenn's 21st birthday bash, a 2 litre cannon of Johnny Walker, he was dead dead dead drunk by 2.30am.. i will post some pictures of him.. hilarious.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i carried him all the way to the taxi stand with thousand pairs of eyes staring at us.. and we literally dragged him to my house before he puke all over my clothes and bed.. yuck.. mushrooms that were not bitten and the aroma of the alcohol were still so fresh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sun: Fell ill before i barely sleep 6 hours a day ever since the study break.. bloody problem with sleeping.. Met the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Poh&lt;/span&gt;, Jo, Dan, Sherm and Glenn at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt;.. Had fever so we left earlier.. and yes.. w/o proper sleep, one will never recover from any illness.. A big thank you to the 2 party that bought medicine for me.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon to Sat: Sum it up, lots of meet up with the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;JK&lt;/span&gt; crew and secondary peeps, late night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;outing&lt;/span&gt; at Paris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ris&lt;/span&gt; park and East coast park.. Went to the dam.. helped my mum at her stall.. oh yes.. my parents went to Japan so i had the car to myself.. i have not taken public transport in like 3 weeks? damn.. the only public transport are taxis..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Sophia's birthday celebration with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;usuals&lt;/span&gt; and adding Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Estima&lt;/span&gt; not shy at all, Jasper.. had dinner at some international buffet place.. head over to summer breeze at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;paris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ris&lt;/span&gt;.. really cool place to chill out.. technically it is just beside the beach so, it will be cool.. and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ambiance&lt;/span&gt; is cool too.. 4 bottles of red wine = 3 very high people and an expensive bill.. tons of craps spoken between the drunk ones including many many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; topics.. as usual, andy will throw bottles and glasses all over the place.. but DAMN that bloody place for having low quality wine glasses.. Perlin cut herself when she applied a little force on the glass.. damn damn pissed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun: The Guys came over to witness Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Utd&lt;/span&gt; kicking Liverpool's arse left right up down.. 3-0.. could easily be doubled.. great to see jenny recover from his close encounter with "death".. was so so worried.. and congrats to jenny and dan who have decided to quit smoking, the latter had stopped smoking for a week because his gums are starting to fall apart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost completing a bottle of woods, (i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; take medicine, nothing to be proud of, but that's just me) a sweet person bought it for me because i was coughing my lungs out, i am still coughing.. is it the weather or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dung.. i'm wore out.. ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8415454418099659741?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8415454418099659741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8415454418099659741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8415454418099659741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8415454418099659741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/03/ok-another-super-super-super-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-5477624143155493908</id><published>2008-03-15T05:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T05:46:31.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been a busy and jammed packed week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt; house with jean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;glenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, after jean left, the rest of us were interested in girls only.. a lot of crapping, main topic was girls in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nyp&lt;/span&gt;, which was rather, quite sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues: Liquid Kitchen with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;perlin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shi&lt;/span&gt; min and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hui&lt;/span&gt; ping&lt;br /&gt;Been so long seen i last saw the 2 of them.. i learnt a short lesson from our very own nurse why i am colour blind..&lt;br /&gt;There was also a pool session at Pool junction after liquid kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Mos with jean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;daphne&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mandy&lt;/span&gt;, jack, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sam&lt;/span&gt;, dawn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;glenn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more than 5 peeps telling me:&lt;br /&gt;"Davin, i never had so much fun before!! We must do this again!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that will tell how much fun everyone had =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/R9rtJKQ7xMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FQKtrKecWdM/s1600-h/45135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177711463245792450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/R9rtJKQ7xMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/FQKtrKecWdM/s320/45135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few of us who went that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thur: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Prata&lt;/span&gt; house with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;poh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;glenn&lt;/span&gt;.. 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;prata&lt;/span&gt; house with Andy&lt;br /&gt;Dan goes Woof? and how much is that doggy in the window? ^^ only we 4 would understand.. late late catching up with Andy who Graduated too!! =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri: Fixed my car's body kit, went for dinner, caught step up 2 and went to chill at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;indo&lt;/span&gt; chimes.&lt;br /&gt;Lovely place to chill but it is almost filled with Caucasians..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sat and Sun: i predict that i would get drunk at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;glenn's&lt;/span&gt; massive 21st birthday party where all the my guys will be going to, held at The Arena and i will have family matters to attend on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;To the futiles: Don't&lt;/span&gt; bother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;spotting&lt;/span&gt; grammar &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;or spelling mistakes.. half dead blogging this entry.. pick on me another day.. =) getting angry on your own, i have lost enough temper that i dont even think about hating or getting angry now.. =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and shut it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ben&lt;/span&gt;, i am no sugar daddy or god whatever father, u piece of shit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-5477624143155493908?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/5477624143155493908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=5477624143155493908' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5477624143155493908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5477624143155493908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/03/been-busy-jammed-packed-week-mon-prata.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail 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/&gt;-DAphne&lt;br /&gt;humph * clear throat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sam&lt;br /&gt;=) "i'm still a good girl" shhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Theresa, Rachel and Bani&lt;br /&gt;No chance to beat my leg! i have 6 smileys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8092884842489601965?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8092884842489601965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8092884842489601965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8092884842489601965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8092884842489601965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/03/class-chalet-was-fun-i-like-spent-night.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-1604162461673539040</id><published>2008-03-05T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:27:12.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Your subtleties&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They strangle me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't explain myself at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all the needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I don't want to need at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1604162461673539040?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1604162461673539040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1604162461673539040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1604162461673539040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1604162461673539040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/03/your-subtleties-they-strangle-me-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-105772159914535697</id><published>2008-03-02T07:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T07:47:16.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how do ppl move on from a failed relationship so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks to the very &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPECIAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; somone who accompanied me when i felt that i could no longer even trust the person who used to be the closest to me.. we went to paris ris park in the middle of the night/morning, yes it was 4am+.. really enjoyed the swing-ing session even though it made me wanna puke.. ok.. i'm lousy.. even th0ugh we were in the west, we experienced and withness partial of the sun rise for the first time together.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-105772159914535697?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/105772159914535697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=105772159914535697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/105772159914535697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/105772159914535697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-do-ppl-move-on-from-failed.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-5281374404799957594</id><published>2008-03-01T16:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T16:06:39.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leap Year was created to celebrate love&lt;br /&gt;but why once in 4 years?&lt;br /&gt;are they testing the power of fate?&lt;br /&gt;or does love can withstand 4 years of hardship&lt;br /&gt;for a single day of joy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u tell me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-167040357929628376</id><published>2008-02-28T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T23:11:00.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Simple yet meaningful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no heaven&lt;br /&gt;It's easy if you try&lt;br /&gt;No hell below us&lt;br /&gt;Above us only sky&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;br /&gt;And no religion too&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living life in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no possessions&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you can&lt;br /&gt;No need for greed or hunger&lt;br /&gt;A brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Sharing all the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us&lt;br /&gt;And the world will live as one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-167040357929628376?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/167040357929628376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=167040357929628376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/167040357929628376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/167040357929628376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/simple-yet-meaningful-imagine-theres-no.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-4449623611518045206</id><published>2008-02-27T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:16:53.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams will be over in 6 days&lt;br /&gt;liberated from this mind draining conviction called educated&lt;br /&gt;but for only a couple of years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years&lt;br /&gt;not a very long time&lt;br /&gt;but before i hit 21&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely be more matured&lt;br /&gt;my career, family, education and friends&lt;br /&gt;are placed as my top priorities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god please bless me to do well&lt;br /&gt;i yearned for success&lt;br /&gt;but i definitely will display more determination to achieve it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-4449623611518045206?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/4449623611518045206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=4449623611518045206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/4449623611518045206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/4449623611518045206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/exams-will-be-over-in-6-days-liberated.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-393593842695253213</id><published>2008-02-25T04:04:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T04:20:55.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one principle in my life ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgive those who are still immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they need attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let them seek it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you are far greater than them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i always believe that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"to err is human, but to forgive, it's divine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I rather be regarded as a magnanimous and benevolent person than one who plays the childish games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The guys would know what i meant, as i have told you, let's just forgive the futile ones alright? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-393593842695253213?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/393593842695253213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=393593842695253213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/393593842695253213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/393593842695253213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-principle-in-my-life-forgive-those.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-823445851703609334</id><published>2008-02-24T03:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T03:53:55.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the last resort of a r/s was used&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though i know it is the best for us, i never want to make that decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i miss u so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-823445851703609334?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/823445851703609334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=823445851703609334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/823445851703609334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/823445851703609334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-resort-of-rs-was-used-though-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-7690296313664010236</id><published>2008-02-22T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:12:17.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;`behind that smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hides a ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-7690296313664010236?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/7690296313664010236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=7690296313664010236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7690296313664010236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7690296313664010236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/behind-that-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-6389051341794537730</id><published>2008-02-21T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:34:41.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;lost a beautiful relationship &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost my confidence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost my motivation to go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lost the battle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6389051341794537730?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6389051341794537730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6389051341794537730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6389051341794537730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6389051341794537730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-beautiful-relationship-lost-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-7560898346994218733</id><published>2008-02-20T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:24:59.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the days feel like years when i am alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-7560898346994218733?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/7560898346994218733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=7560898346994218733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7560898346994218733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/7560898346994218733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/days-feel-like-years-when-i-am-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8752731414923692536</id><published>2008-02-19T03:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T03:32:59.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spread the message cos this is wad they ought and need to know=].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes. A packet of ciggs per daycost around $10. Minimal smoker :2 pack per week : $201 year : $960 50 years : $48,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy smoker :2 pack per day : $20 1 year : $6720 50 years : $336,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, im done with conveying the message. Smoke , or no smoke. Your choice, your health, your $$ =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8752731414923692536?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8752731414923692536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8752731414923692536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8752731414923692536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8752731414923692536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/spread-message-cos-this-is-wad-they.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8635108860294966527</id><published>2008-02-18T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:42:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are everything good in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8635108860294966527?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8635108860294966527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8635108860294966527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8635108860294966527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8635108860294966527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-are-everything-good-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-3783698122647047692</id><published>2008-02-18T02:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:57:25.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;valentine day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no flowers, no presents and no dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring and zero romance davin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;planned a nice dinner, no chance to execute&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-3783698122647047692?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/3783698122647047692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=3783698122647047692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3783698122647047692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3783698122647047692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-valentine-day-nothing-happened-no.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8587183650818363800</id><published>2008-01-06T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T03:29:58.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring, and suffering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8587183650818363800?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8587183650818363800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8587183650818363800' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8587183650818363800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8587183650818363800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2008/01/marriage-is-three-ring-circus.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-2377513571023804172</id><published>2007-10-12T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:44:11.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rant!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely abhor irresponsible people and their really dimmed mind set. I’m currently stuck in the heart of Changi Airport replacing one of my promoters who shriek her responsibilities 4 hours before her work time schedule. I received a call from my manager at 1 am that I will have to stand in for a promoter at Changi Airport as she claimed to quit hours before her work. And Yes, her working hours starts from 6am, 6 bloody AM!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a cab down to Changi Airport and was early in the queue to collect my visitor pass from the police counter. And when it was my turn, the police told me that they do not accept driver license. I tried twisting and making up stories for my “missing” ICs and out dated passport. But as law enforcers of Singapore, they wont even barge even if I slipped in a 50 dollars bill with my driving license. So I have to take a ‘road’ trip home to get my IC, because I would have to take an hour long trip back to the interchange and transfer to another bus. So in all I took 4 hours before I reached the airport for the second time that day. Mind you that I have taken an $18 taxi trip to the airport in the morning. DAMN IT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during my previous job at Siemens, my pay was $10/hr with commission, and still I did not want to work. And now for LG I’m paid $7/hr only. And I still have to return to my office to finish all my reports. Hey!! I’m not that despo for cash, I don’t need to work more than 12 hours a day or dual job to make ends meet. My ends are meeting fine already! Other than looking at all the world prestigious brands here, some stewardess now and then, I can really just rot here. I’m quite anti social to hard core mandarin speaking people, reason being I’m not exactly very fluent or comfortable with my mandarin and me and Cheena people can’t really click. Ah bengs and Davin no longer can connect, the way they speak and things that come out from their mouth will make me look at them with a raised eye brow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-2377513571023804172?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/2377513571023804172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=2377513571023804172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2377513571023804172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2377513571023804172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/10/rant-i-absolutely-abhor-irresponsible.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-1389239867089101860</id><published>2007-10-03T11:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:56:03.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This world is full of weird people, but I will specifically zoom in on one specie of weirdoes. I know many students work part time to gain extra income or plainly to support themselves because of the financial problems in their family. So they come to my company seeking a job, we will tell them that payment to them will only come 2 months after they have work, so theoretically if you work in the month of Sept, our month will only arrive on December, and subsequently you will receive your last 2 month pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, 2 months is super long for many people who eagerly need the money, but rules are rules, you should not accept the job knowing the criteria and the negative point about it. After agreeing to the terms and condition and start to work for this company, you regretted the decision as the job is too tedious for your loser self. You start calling the in charge and bombarding them with hell loads of questions about when is my last month pay? We move back to the previous paragraph about me stating that the promoter will only receive their pay 2 months later. So what are these people talking about? (where is my last month pay) Either they are really foolish or they wanna make life difficult for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to do with the finance and payment issues, but I try my best to help my colleagues. But I have been receiving calls from parents of these promoters who really couldn’t count. The dialogue goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent: “when is my daughter’s pay coming? You know we wanted so long already, what are you all doing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Madam, sorry to hear about it but would you provide me details about your daughter because I’m new here and which month did she worked?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent: “Her name is Katherine, she worked on 27th and 28th of July, and we waited more than 60 days already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Sorry madam, July’s pay is not ready yet, we only do pay roll at the end of each month, so from 1st Sept to now (2nd Oct) it is only 31 days.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parent: “huh? Where have like this one? Since she work that week, count that week la. I’m going to get my lawyer to write a letter to MOM (Ministry of Manpower) or I’m going down to your company and complain.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “(Starting to get pissed) Madam, I assume you are working too, and you should know that pay roll is only conducted at the end of every month so as to ensure the accounts will be correct. I really hope this issue can be solved privately and I request for your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? 31 days and they said more than 60 days? Are they illiterate or don’t have enough fingers to count? And lawyer consultation is not free or cheap, when people really have a lawyer as back up, they won’t abuse it like these weirdoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1389239867089101860?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1389239867089101860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1389239867089101860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1389239867089101860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1389239867089101860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-world-is-full-of-weird-people-but.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-6812749739505374992</id><published>2007-09-22T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T10:44:16.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/RvckGG4wXOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bWKhwSVb9cE/s1600-h/IPhonePrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113595589248965858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="256" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/RvckGG4wXOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bWKhwSVb9cE/s320/IPhonePrada.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce 2 phones that became the talk of the town in the recent months, Prada KE850 and I Phone. Speculations of I Phone launching this year in Singapore have been battered by the news released by Apple that it will not occur this year. Though an intellectual or I will say a computer whiz kid managed to crack the code for the I Phone to be used here in Singapore, I will not guarantee he will not be taken to court. The Prada phone definitely packed a punch for me, though technology wise it can never compete head to head with the I Phone. The 2 phones are about the same size and they are equally thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleek design of the phone makes you want to look at it again even after you have been staring at it the whole day. With its glossy and perfectly polished surface all around it, it definitely shines better than any pedicure or manicure ever done. The interface of the phone is astonishing, the best I used thus far after using and trying countless phones. It is a touch screen surface, exactly the same as the I-Phone and the sensitiveness of the screen work wonders even for a big finger person like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, with such glossy surface, finger prints will stain all over, but fear not, a cloth from a nicely packed tiny envelope both featuring the Prada logo will solve this problem. Worry about the phone getting scratched? No worries, the package comes with a leather casing printed with the Prada logo. You must be thinking what about listening to music, people may ask, don’t tell me Prada head set; I will laugh at u Davin. Errrr.. Yap! Prada has their own signature head set for u too. What a package of Prada stuff ya? Quickly head down to a dealer shop or operator near u today!! Only $1,100 now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prada phone is THE luxurious phone to own, just imagine walking down town or even in a club holding a drink with your left and a Prada with your right when the techno coloured disco lights dance around you. Heads turns with awe and you can definitely smell the breath of those green-eyed monsters who want to catch a glimpse of your phone without you looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently carrying one Prada, can be made available for your viewing pleasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6812749739505374992?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6812749739505374992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6812749739505374992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6812749739505374992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6812749739505374992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/09/let-me-introduce-2-phones-that-became.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zALrpXqfXE/RvckGG4wXOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bWKhwSVb9cE/s72-c/IPhonePrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8154627390042672092</id><published>2007-09-18T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:35:26.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Training suck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through a horrendous training at Changi Airport yesterday, learnt nothing really useful after sitting on the same chair from 9.30am to 5pm. Oh, did I mention that all my promoters were late? The training started at 8.30am, thank goodness we were late if not we will have to go through another hour of hell. And YES, Wilson from LG mobile had a long and black face, when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training was about customer service, an overall view of what to do / what not to do in certain scenarios in Changi Airport. I thought the training was meant for the project I’m overseeing which is a 3 weeks long road show from 7am-10pm daily inside the departure area. What else is there to learn about CRM when I already went through abundant talks by many good speakers on my own? And with the number of CRM subjects I took up in school, my experience as a promoter, I believe I can teach this subject adding in a mixture of marketing and sales technique on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some problems with a mother who demanded her child and his friends’ pay, she was a loud mouth and refused to talk things out in proper terms. I told her she needed to reveal her son and his friends name so I can check the details out for them. She insisted there was not a need and was reluctant to reveal anything. She said that tomorrow the boys will be heading down to the office and are willing to wait the whole day for their pay, she claims to be handling bills in her office, but she seems to ignore the fact that no company are allowed to issue payments without verifying the details. At last my manager spoke to her and she promised to reveal the details but failed to do so. But I managed to get the boys’ names with my source of contact. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most burdensome issues were that she commerce in Chinese throughout the entire conversation. Damn. I was trying so hard to explain w/o having to use English terms in the process, but as usual, I failed miserably again. And I kept telling her I can’t do anything about the pay out as I do not handle finance. But I was willing to go the extra mile to get the details for her. She started calling me last night and I told her once I got the details I will get back to her, but I was stuck in a meeting from morning and when I did not answer her call and replied her via sms, she started saying I was playing tricks and all. And after that she questioned my dignity by claiming that I do not dare to answer the phone twice. I was not angry but was in shocked because; hey! I’m trying to help u here w/o any incentives ok..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8154627390042672092?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8154627390042672092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8154627390042672092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8154627390042672092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8154627390042672092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/09/went-through-horrendous-training-at.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-2482757012336950513</id><published>2007-09-14T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:01:17.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah. A change of the blog’s skin, with a simple yet sleek black background since my relaxing sun picture went down for so many months and I did not do anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have improvised a second round of IPP for myself, but this time I will say it is self placement. I had 4 calls from different companies; 1st is M1, 2nd Samsung (has nothing to do with the gf’s dad), 3rd Nokia and lastly Essential Venture Enterprise. So I had a few days to ponder and quickly make a choice as all wanted me to begin work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down and thought about it;&lt;br /&gt;1)      M1 offers $8/hr = $72/day or $2160/mth&lt;br /&gt;2)      Samsung is a week end job offering $10/hr= $90/day and $720/mth and allowing me to take up week day job.&lt;br /&gt;3)      Nokia without a shout of a doubt was my favorite choice offering around $3000 if I perform well with commission&lt;br /&gt;4)      Then Essential called me, they are an event management company, I told them I was busy and will call them back, but apparently I did not. So one afternoon, when I was still asleep, the boss called me, told me to come down for interview and he will pay for my cab fare, I was like huh?, where in the world someone will offer such a thing. After discussing, it is a 5.5 days/week job offering just a plain $1,200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me dumb or dumb’s bro dumber, but I choose the last job which pay the least. My reasons being that I have enough experience working in the mobile sales line for a couple of years on and off. And I did not like it because all promoters are Chinese speaking leaving me confuse with what they meant. And I wanted real hands on experience this time, something I can pick up along the way. I want to tell myself when I leave the company on 31st Oct that I have accomplished something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job scopes are handling 50 odd promoters for LG mobile and the number is growing rapidly when I took over after the previous guy in charge left. On Monday and Tuesday, I will have to do marketing report to be sent to LG weekly for all the sales figure the promoters obtained over the week end. I have to incorporate all the details I have from their 4 page time sheet each week and the report contains both qualitative and quantitative figure.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday and Thursday, I will have to draft up the deployment list of where all this promoters will go on the week end. Damn this suck when u has a bunch of promoters who look or speaks like gangsters. On Saturday and Sunday I will have to check if they are there physically at the shop and whether is on time. For those sickening assholes that back out last min, I will rush to find a replacement. My boss will call me like every other min for updates of the situation. After work on Saturday, I will have to head down to certain locations to check on the promoters. At night, I will have to get the sales figure from all the promoters even when I’m going for a movie. So I’m like practically working everyday of the week. Shag but learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-2482757012336950513?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/2482757012336950513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=2482757012336950513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2482757012336950513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2482757012336950513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/09/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8363491183143219779</id><published>2007-08-08T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T03:00:10.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i completed the marathon of projects. left with one presentation on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;. i done my part of the report and is time for me to rest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IB&lt;/span&gt; presentation suck, a few of the guys were not prepared. it suck big time because this project is the one i place the most efforts, me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt; have a mutual understanding to take charge of a project each and do like 3/5 of the project and edit 1/5 of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kia&lt;/span&gt; how's work and re do the another 1/5 which is always out of point or right click drag copy, go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Microsoft&lt;/span&gt; documents, right click paste and change a few words. I took charge of Work Place Health Promotion which the report was not of my maximum standard but i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; go on editing, Customer Relationship Management which i believe will be one of the best projects in class and do a join venture (JV) with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt; to do Human Resource Management the entire project. for International Business and Compensation i help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Leonard&lt;/span&gt; do all the major theory parts so he can have concentrate on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;practical&lt;/span&gt; ones and have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sufficient&lt;/span&gt; time to compile them well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a nerd right? damn.. too busy to even meet the gf. next sems, mr nice guy will go into hiding, out comes mr democratic and direct. gonna spilt the work up properly, sit there and discuss all the aspects and points to fulfill clearly so only minor editing is required. and anyone who produces shit quality work, copy and paste work or pretend to do work will really make me flare and penalise them, which is not in my practice, but for my sake, i will implentment this direct way next semster. Free riders will get the minimum points they deserve be it my current group or new group if we re organise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: really super pissed about today presentation.. F!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8363491183143219779?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8363491183143219779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8363491183143219779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8363491183143219779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8363491183143219779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-completed-marathon-of-projects.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8959708163762045528</id><published>2007-08-01T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T02:22:09.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;been a while since i blogged.. why? not because i'm lazy or anything, is just there the number of projects i have finished or are awaiting to be completed are numerous.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;summary of my work:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human Resource Management&lt;/strong&gt; - Entire Section B&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;International Business&lt;/strong&gt;- 13 page of PEST&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- 6 Page of Cube model&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Customer Service Management&lt;/strong&gt;- Email with SIA and Qantas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Marketing Report&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Compile the whole report&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compensation-&lt;/strong&gt; Salary Structure with Leonard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Competitors Analysis &amp; Company's finanicial report&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workplace Health Promotion&lt;/strong&gt;- Entire Section A with Leonard&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effective Business Report Writing&lt;/strong&gt;- Secondary Analysis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i scared my self looking at it.. how much work i achieved by myself.. make myself sound like a hedonistic person, my work is for the team not for myself.. only person more stress than me in this class is Leonard.. lol.. gotta learn to draw the line between work and personal life.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i placed my priorities wrongly i feel, spent so much time on group projs and neglected my individual ones..  i hate people who spend so much time on their own work while their team mates work their ass off.. egocentric and individualistic tards.. idiosyncratic sucks.. the only beneficiary of individual work is you yourself and (Add your name) but group projects benefits you, team member 1,2,3 and 4.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neglected the gf, the friends and the family.. i freakign need to spend more time on my personal life.. i need to spend more time with the gf.. damn... Feel super f up and lethargic lately, fatigue every minute of the day.. damn all the amount of shit i have to do.. no time to read the news some days or even play a game for a short while.. so think twice and keep it to yourself if you wanna complain how much work you have done.. because i have never complained when i did all these shit by myself.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8959708163762045528?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8959708163762045528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8959708163762045528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8959708163762045528'/><link rel='self' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8207936337153917855</id><published>2007-06-08T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T04:53:46.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a roller coaster week, filled with surge and fast and heart wrecking decend.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was marred by stuffs that i got to know about.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i would say that my heart bleeds so badly and hurt so so much.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that i cant do anything to help the situations.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights and endless thoughts&lt;br /&gt;this is what i have become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear not my love&lt;br /&gt;All of this has made us stronger&lt;br /&gt;I will dare swear that i would tell everyone&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, I am really in love with this girl"&lt;br /&gt;The pains will all vanish like how quickly they came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed sweetie, this i promise you&lt;br /&gt;No more snappy tempered boy&lt;br /&gt;No more raising voice at you&lt;br /&gt;No more walking away&lt;br /&gt;Just your little animal who listens to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe you must have realised&lt;br /&gt;That in the past i can be the best bf and i can be the worst&lt;br /&gt;But from now onwards,&lt;br /&gt;You will only have the best cause you derserve the best&lt;br /&gt;For you've filled my life with colours and joy&lt;br /&gt;For you've filled my heart with love and concerns&lt;br /&gt;For you've mermerise me with your gentle and beautiful self&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8207936337153917855?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8207936337153917855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-7154224612987288660</id><published>2007-06-05T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T02:05:52.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it hurts me to tears knowing the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me to tears knowing i cant do anything about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me to tears just thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me to tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts me to tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-7154224612987288660?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/7154224612987288660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-6569506378695832393</id><published>2007-06-04T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T03:15:43.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a fantastic week.. ^^ shall update soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6569506378695832393?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6569506378695832393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6569506378695832393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6569506378695832393'/><link rel='self' 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When they &lt;br /&gt;rubbed the bottle, a genie appeared.&lt;br /&gt;Thankful that the 4 guys had released &lt;br /&gt;him out of the bottle,&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Next to you all are 4 swimming pools, I &lt;br /&gt;will give each of you A wish. &lt;br /&gt;When you run towards the pool and&lt;br /&gt;jump, you shout what you want the pool of Water to become,&lt;br /&gt; Then your wish will come true."&lt;br /&gt;The French wanted to start.&lt;br /&gt; He ran towards the pool, jumped and&lt;br /&gt;shouted “WINE".&lt;br /&gt;The pool immediately changed into a pool of wine. &lt;br /&gt;The Frenchman was so happy swimming and drinking from the pool.&lt;br /&gt;Next is the Russian's turn, he did the same and&lt;br /&gt;shouted, VODKA" and Immersed himself&lt;br /&gt;into a pool of vodka.&lt;br /&gt;The German was next and he jumped and shouted,  "BEER".&lt;br /&gt;He was so contented with his beer pool.&lt;br /&gt;The last is the American. He was running towards &lt;br /&gt;the pool and suddenly he steps on a banana peel. &lt;br /&gt;He slipped towards the pool and shouted,”SHIT!!!!!!!........."&lt;br /&gt;You can decide what had happened that day.&lt;br /&gt;*LESSON IV - THINK TWICE BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;YOU SAY SOMETHING, BECAUSE&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES ACCIDENTS DO HAPPEN.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organs of the body were having a meeting; &lt;br /&gt;they were trying to decide who was in charge. &lt;br /&gt;Each organ took a turn to speak up:&lt;br /&gt;-Brain.... I should be in charge because I run &lt;br /&gt;all the bodies’ functions.&lt;br /&gt;-Blood........ I should be in charge because I&lt;br /&gt;circulate oxygen for the brain.&lt;br /&gt;-Stomach... I should be in charge because I process&lt;br /&gt;food to the brain.&lt;br /&gt;-Legs......... I should be in charge because I take &lt;br /&gt;the brain where it wants to go.&lt;br /&gt;-Eyes......... I should be in charge&lt;br /&gt;because I let the brain see where  it's going.&lt;br /&gt;-Asshole.....I should be in charge because I get &lt;br /&gt;rid of your waste.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; All the other parts laughed so hard and this made &lt;br /&gt;the ass hole very mad.&lt;br /&gt;To prove his point, the asshole immediately &lt;br /&gt;slammed tightly closed and&lt;br /&gt;Stayed that way for 6 days, refusing to rid the &lt;br /&gt;body of any waste whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - Brain got a terrible headache and cried &lt;br /&gt;out for relief &lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Stomach got bloated and &lt;br /&gt;began to ache terribly&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Legs got cramps and became unstable&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 - Eyes became watery and vision became blurred&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 - Blood became toxic and poisoned the body&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 -The other organs agreed to &lt;br /&gt;let the asshole be in charge.&lt;br /&gt;*MORAL OF THE STORY: NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE, OR HOW&lt;br /&gt;IMPORTANT YOU THINK  YOU ARE, YOU WILL FIND THAT IT IS ALWAYS &lt;br /&gt;THE ASSHOLE THAT IS IN CHARGE.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8415329816003019532?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8415329816003019532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8415329816003019532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8415329816003019532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8415329816003019532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/lesson-4-there-were-these-4-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-7630907253611511120</id><published>2007-04-26T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:38:21.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LESSON 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An American and Japanese were sitting on the &lt;br /&gt;plane on the plane. &lt;br /&gt;When the American turned to the Japanese and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of -ESE are you?"&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese confused, replied, "Sorry but I don't&lt;br /&gt;understand what you mean.”&lt;br /&gt;The American repeated, "What kind of -ESE are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, the Japanese was confused over the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American, now irritated, then yelled, "What &lt;br /&gt;kind of –ESE are you... &lt;br /&gt;Are you a Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese! Etc......?!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese then replied, "Oh, I am a Japanese."&lt;br /&gt;A while later the Japanese turned to the American &lt;br /&gt;and asked what kind of 'key' was he.&lt;br /&gt;The American, frustrated, yelled, "What do you &lt;br /&gt;mean what kind of –key am i?!&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese said, "Are you a Yankee, donkee, or monkee?"&lt;br /&gt;*LESSON III - NEVER INSULT ANYONE.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-7630907253611511120?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/7630907253611511120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=7630907253611511120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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said the CEO, &lt;br /&gt;"this is a very sensitive and important&lt;br /&gt;document, and my secretary has left. &lt;br /&gt;Can you make this thing work?"&lt;br /&gt;"Certainly," said the young executive.&lt;br /&gt;He turned the machine on, &lt;br /&gt;inserted the paper, and&lt;br /&gt;pressed the start button.&lt;br /&gt;”Excellent, excellent!" said the CEO as his paper&lt;br /&gt;disappeared inside the shredder machine. &lt;br /&gt;"I just need one copy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LESSON II - NEVER, NEVER ASSUME THAT YOUR BOSS &lt;br /&gt;KNOWS EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6401490563961961431?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6401490563961961431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>The next 5 articles will be some stuff you wanna learn thru some hilarious lessons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSON 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A junior manager, a senior manager and their boss &lt;br /&gt;are on their way to a meeting. &lt;br /&gt;On their way through a park, &lt;br /&gt;they come across a wonder lamp.&lt;br /&gt;They rub the lamp and a ghost appears.&lt;br /&gt;The ghost says, "Normally, one is granted three &lt;br /&gt;wishes but since there are 3 of you, &lt;br /&gt;I will only allow one wish each"&lt;br /&gt;So the eager senior manager shouted, &lt;br /&gt;"I want the first wish.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in the Bahamas, &lt;br /&gt;on a fast boat and have no worries."&lt;br /&gt;Pfufffff, and he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;Now the junior manager could not keep quiet and&lt;br /&gt;shouted "I want to be In Florida with beautiful girls, &lt;br /&gt;plenty of food and cocktails." &lt;br /&gt;Pfufffff, and he was also gone.&lt;br /&gt;The boss calmly said, &lt;br /&gt;"I want these two idiots back in &lt;br /&gt;my office after lunch at 12.35pm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;br /&gt; "ALWAYS ALLOW THE BOSSES TO SPEAK FIRST"*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8290587809789016622?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8290587809789016622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8290587809789016622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8290587809789016622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8290587809789016622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/next-5-articles-will-be-some-stuff-you.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-2936355536380973878</id><published>2007-04-18T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T17:03:59.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One Chinese person walks into a bar in America &lt;br /&gt;late one night and he saw Steven Spielberg. &lt;br /&gt;As he was a great fan of his movies,&lt;br /&gt;he rushes over to him, and asks for his autograph.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, Spielberg gives him a slap &lt;br /&gt;and says "You Chinese People bombed our Pearl Harbour,&lt;br /&gt;get out of here!!"&lt;br /&gt;The astonished Chinese man replied "It was not the&lt;br /&gt;Chinese who bombed your Pearl Harbour, it was the Japanese".&lt;br /&gt;”Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, &lt;br /&gt;you're all the same,” replied Spielberg.&lt;br /&gt;In return, the Chinese&lt;br /&gt;gives Spielberg a slap and says "You sank the&lt;br /&gt;Titanic; my forefathers were on that ship."&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, Spielberg replies "It was the iceberg &lt;br /&gt;that sank the Titanic not me.”&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese replies, "Iceberg, Spielberg, Carlsberg,&lt;br /&gt;you’re all the same!!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-2936355536380973878?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/2936355536380973878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 simple articles for the next 5 days, no racism involved, so please laugh if it gets funny and zip up if you wanna add some stuff about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMART INDIAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: I want you to marry a girl of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son: "I will choose my own bride!! My love is Butaya from next door!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But the girl is Bill Gates’s daughter...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son : "The guy with the Vi-sa (Microsoft Window Vista) that runs in a white box called Come-PeTer (Computer)?? (Peter Samy from the back ground yells, "what you want, dont ask me anyhow come k?!") I guess why not?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Father approaches Bill Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a husband for your daughter...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "But my daughter is too young to marry!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank. In my homeland, age is never a problem. She will learn to grow into him.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates: "Ah i see, can we start the planning now? We can format it in Powerpoint, Word, Excel or my latest Vista! * grinning to himself (for the sake of my business, why not?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Father goes to see the president of the World Bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "I have a young man to be recommended as a vice president.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President: "But I already have more vice- presidents than I need!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: "But this young man is Bill Gates's son-in-law."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President: "Ah, (Free SOFTWARES!!) in that case...ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how Indians do business. Take a "nothing" and convert it to success..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-2542261730890956687?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/2542261730890956687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=2542261730890956687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2542261730890956687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2542261730890956687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/5-simple-articles-for-next-5-days-no.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-6090069359060160165</id><published>2007-04-13T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:58:46.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Tribute to Manchester United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best among all the superior football clubs this season, with another chance of having a go for a Treble. A Treble means a team has to win the EPL title, the FA cup and the glorious UEFA CHAMPION LEAGUE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchester United suffered one mournful tragedy in 6 February 1958, after refuelling in Munich on 6 February 1958, the United aeroplane crashed, killing twenty-two people, including seven players – Byrne, Colman, Jones, Pegg, Taylor, Geoff Bent and Liam Whelan. Duncan Edwards became the eighth player to die of his injuries, fifteen days later in a German hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club, the city of Manchester and the English game entered a long period of mourning, and it seemed inconceivable that United could ever recover from such an appalling disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in 1986, Sir Alex Ferguson joined Manchester United as their head coach. He was criticized as for 8 seasons, he has not achieved an EPL Title but that will not stop him from unleashing a force all the teams in the world would not want to reckon with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Alex Ferguson is the most successful manager in British football history – winning 18 major trophies during his time in charge of the Reds. Yet despite almost two decades at the Old Trafford helm he remains focused on increasing that tally, bringing yet more silverware to Manchester United.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silver wares were 7 EPL Title (1993, 1994, 1996, 1997, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2003), 1 UEFA CHAMPION LEAGUE (1999), 5 FA Cup (1990, 1994, 1996, 1999, 2004), 2 LEAGUE Cup (1992, 2006), and an UEFA Cup (1991), INTERCONTENTAL Cup (1991) and some other UEFA cups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the season of 1999, Manchester United moved on to be the first team to ever achieve a Treble. The Treble became a quadruple later in the year when Sir Alex Ferguson's men travelled to Tokyo to compete for the Inter-Continental Cup. Keane's goal against Palmeiras of Brazil bestowed upon United the title of World Club Champions. Officially, at the end of the millennium, the biggest football club in the world had also become the best in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, from the season of 2003/04 to 2005/06, Manchester United only manage one silverware which was the League Cup. People began to write of Man United as a title contender after Jose Mourinho and Roman came into picture with Billion dollar of spending power. Chelsea was transformed overnight to the world most expensive team, even surpassing the all star team of Real Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people and reporters who wrote off Man United was so so wrong. This season of 2006/07, Man United is on the road once again to achieve yet another Treble. They are in the semi-final for the UEFA CHAMPION LEAGUE, top in the EPL table and also in the semi-final for the FA Cup. A true Champion needs luck and a lot of blessing from GOD, may the Lord bless this team who worked so hard for everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-6090069359060160165?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/6090069359060160165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=6090069359060160165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6090069359060160165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/6090069359060160165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/tribute-to-manchester-united-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-2042011650718684864</id><published>2007-04-12T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:58:30.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH what a night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Rome wasn’t built in a day, but the Romans were certainly brought to their knees in just an hour and a half at Old Trafford. They got their ass kicked Spartan style but in the form of a football match. No casualties were calculated, but pride, honor, fame and reputation fell like how each Persian’s soldier fell with blood ousting out of their wounds in the epic movie of 300.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man United Epic Movie came in a match of the CHAMPION LEAGUE quarter-final when the Reds ran riots in their own back yard of Old Trafford, with many mouth watering and quality goals in a match that left the fans on the edge of their seat through out the whole game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 19 mins, Man United was 3-0 with Michael Carrick, Alan Smith and Rooney on the score board. Carrick gave United the lead with a stunning, spontaneous stike from Michael Carrick in the 12th minute. Smith claimed the second with a run into the area and with a tap into the empty net. Rooney who had a goal drought whose goal in the previous game gave the Reds hope added the 3rd goal, tucking the ball home into the lower corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo added 2 goals to the tally with one stunner each coming before and right after the half time mark. Carrick moved on to claim his second of the night with a superb curler floated into the top corner from outside the penalty box. Obviously the resistance from the Romans was futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At 6-0 down, they manage to pull one back with a one touch volley from De Rosi and claim their hard earned consolation goal. The Reds fans were not through with 6 goals, despite being hoarse after a 6 goal celebration, they wanted more!! Subsitute Patrick Evra answered their call with a hammering shot in and off the goal post of the exasperated and sorrowful Doni, Roma’s keepers. Never in his life had he felt the way he had that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reds and their fans were in seventh heaven, 7 goals in a game after enduring years of low scoring in  the Champion League. Many will say this performance has surpass that of the liverpool’s in Istanbul, they never agrees but deep in their mind, they know that this performance is one they never can match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I celebrate? I could’t sleep after that match, I was wide awake with the excitement that is yet to come. Another shot at the Treble I presume. I wore the Man Utd jersey after I almost torn the t-shirt I was wearing when Man Utd went on a rampage. Certainly, the Romans were dejected and remorseful after the match. Man Utd fought like warriors against all odds that they have a list of injuried players.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-2042011650718684864?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/2042011650718684864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=2042011650718684864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2042011650718684864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/2042011650718684864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-what-night-they-say-rome-wasnt-built.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-8199645397829672272</id><published>2007-04-11T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:31:47.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`Some knowledge to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hardly seems worth it.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now that's more like it!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O.M.G.!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In my next life, I want to be a pig.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A cockroach will live nine days without its head before it starves to death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Creepy.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories a hour &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't try this at home,maybe at work) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Darlin, I'm home. What the....?!") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's like a human jumping the length of a football field. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(If we can do that, we will put spiderman to shame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond? ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Some lions mate over 50 times a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over quantity) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Butterflies taste with their feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Who wanna try this?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hmmmmmm... are you sure for a guy?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the difference?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(thank goodness! we dont need godzilla imposer here) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A cat's urine glows under a black light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Starfish have no brains &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know some people like that too.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Polar bears are left-handed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What about that the pig??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-8199645397829672272?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/8199645397829672272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=8199645397829672272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8199645397829672272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/8199645397829672272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/some-knowledge-to-know-if-you-yelled.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-5133623344139630272</id><published>2007-04-10T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:56:20.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`Short Poem &lt;br /&gt;A peach is a peach &lt;br /&gt;A plum is a plum, &lt;br /&gt;A kiss isn't a kiss &lt;br /&gt;Without some tongue. &lt;br /&gt;So open your mouth &lt;br /&gt;and close your eyes, &lt;br /&gt;and give your tongue &lt;br /&gt;some exercise!!!&lt;br /&gt;(No filthy thoughts please)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-5133623344139630272?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/5133623344139630272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=5133623344139630272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5133623344139630272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5133623344139630272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-poem-peach-is-peach-plum-is-plum.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-9106746128362483128</id><published>2007-04-09T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:45:13.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>`a short and sweet story to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayonnaise Jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a &lt;br /&gt;day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar...and the coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of &lt;br /&gt;him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty &lt;br /&gt;mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the &lt;br /&gt;students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the &lt;br /&gt;jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas &lt;br /&gt;between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was &lt;br /&gt;full. They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of &lt;br /&gt;course, the sand filled up everything&lt;br /&gt;else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a &lt;br /&gt;unanimous "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and &lt;br /&gt;poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space &lt;br /&gt;between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, " I want you to &lt;br /&gt;recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the &lt;br /&gt;important things- your God, family, your children, your health, your &lt;br /&gt;friends, and your favorite passions-things that if everything else was lost &lt;br /&gt;and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the &lt;br /&gt;other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car. The sand &lt;br /&gt;is everything else-the small stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room &lt;br /&gt;for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for&lt;br /&gt;life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will &lt;br /&gt;never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to &lt;br /&gt;the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. &lt;br /&gt;Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play &lt;br /&gt;another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the &lt;br /&gt;disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. &lt;br /&gt;Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee &lt;br /&gt;represented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no &lt;br /&gt;matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a  couple of &lt;br /&gt;cups of coffee with a friend."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-9106746128362483128?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/9106746128362483128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=9106746128362483128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/9106746128362483128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/9106746128362483128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/short-and-sweet-story-to-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-5556245381608163260</id><published>2007-04-03T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T12:11:58.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Effective ways to strengthen your Presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The success of a presentation depends on how the audience understands the presenter's frames of reference. Hence a presentation should be tailored towards the audience level of understanding and should avoid using jargons and words which only the presenter understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Adding animations and sounds to the presentation is creating "noise", it will distract the audience from the point you are trying to make. Hence it is important to keep the slides simple if you have an important point to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Existence of Internal and External "noise"&lt;br /&gt;-Example of internal noise are jargons or technical terms which the audience are not able to comprehend; and&lt;br /&gt;-Example of external noise are later-comers, inattentive audience (audience yawning away) and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clichés not only exist in the form of words and phrases, but also pictures and animations. An example will be the screen beans.  Try not to use the templates and pictures from the PowerPoint software, use unique pictures which are able to depict/ bring across the purpose to the audience instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few pointers i have learnt. There are many more methods you can think of with your creativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-5556245381608163260?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/5556245381608163260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=5556245381608163260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5556245381608163260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/5556245381608163260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/effective-way-to-strengthen-your.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-1844284316800046605</id><published>2007-04-02T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:37:27.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phamton of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the musical'sheart-wrenching story of the mysterious "Angel of Music" who lives beneath the Paris Opera House, the hideously disfigured Phantom falls in love with the young singer Christine, and devotes himself to creating a new opera star while exercising a reign of terror over the Opera House's occupants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a strong 130 crew and orchestra members, and armed with 230 made to the finest costumes, their extraordinary performance has been seen by over 80 million people worldwide, has been performed in more than 20 countries, won over 50 major theatre awards, and grossed more than S$5 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching from the first few rows was such an incredile feeling, a eye opener to the world's reowned muscial group. With more than 2 hours of breath-taking, eye catching, astonishing and phenomenal scenes of singing and dancing, it was good enough to blow me away. Impressive, truly impressive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-1844284316800046605?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/1844284316800046605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=1844284316800046605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1844284316800046605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/1844284316800046605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-musicalsheart-wrenching-story-of.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23644918.post-3609198169915377832</id><published>2007-03-30T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:06:36.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QUIT SMOKING CAMPAIGN BY DAVIN! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hi my fellow smoking buddies, not like i literally smoke with you guys. I spent one hour drafting this out, so please have a heart to read it. This is not to preach to you guys about your where about when you move on after life or what will the Lord do to you. But just wanna bring you guys back to reality that smoking is of no benefits and use. Why waste $9.80 or more for a pack of Dunhill methol lights (my babe Lorraine),  Marlboro w/wo Methol  lights (Glenn, Tricia &amp; Harrold) or Viceroy methol lights (Jen, Jason, Dan, Sherm) and occasionally L&amp;M red (Ben why reds?) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Scientists have alway come up with a host of reasons why humans stick to bad habits like SMOKING. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Among their reasons: &lt;br /&gt;Innate human defiance.  &lt;br /&gt;Inability to truly understand the nature of risk. &lt;br /&gt;Individualistic view of the world and the ability to rationalize unhealthy habits. &lt;br /&gt;Genetic predisposition to addiction. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;My reasons: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;1)Killer knowledge; Know about the consqueneces but is oblivious to it. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;2)Everybody's doing it; Thinking why not? "Everyone around me is doing so, and i will be un-Cool if i was left out. Duh!" &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;3)Risky interpretations; Will think that they will quit soon, soon they say. When? ahem.. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;4)Need for social acceptance; Give me that reason and i will tell you bull shit! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Effects of SMOKING &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Smokers who have heart failure can automatically eliminate a major source of stress on their heart by quitting. Each puff of nicotine from tobacco smoke temporarily increases heart rate and blood pressure, even as less oxygen-rich blood circulates through the body. Smoking also leads to clumping or stickiness in the blood vessels feeding the heart. People who quit smoking are more likely to have their heart failure symptoms improve. And smokers are rated the worst workers in the office and bed! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Ways to quit smoking: &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;1)Tell yourself now it's not too late to quit smoking. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;2)Smoking is an addictive habit, dont say you cant, keep trying. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;3)Set a quit date. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;4)Throw your cigarettes away. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;5)Try chewing gum is as a substitute for cigarettes. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;6)Spend time with nonsmokers rather than with smokers. (Me!!) &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;7)Start an exercise program. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;8)Keep your hands busy. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;9)Take on new activities. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;10)Consider using nicotine gum or nicotine patches. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;11)Think of your loves one incorporating of your family, your special one and Davin who spent &lt;br /&gt;one hour drafting this for you all!! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Quit smoking help line 1800 438 2000 or 91801880 (not toll free but better advices)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23644918-3609198169915377832?l=-davin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/feeds/3609198169915377832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23644918&amp;postID=3609198169915377832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3609198169915377832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23644918/posts/default/3609198169915377832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-davin.blogspot.com/2007/03/scientists-have-alway-come-up-with-host.html' title=''/><author><name>the truth hurts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01189174407216439675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
